Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-11-17

BROOKE Han started up in terror; she
knew that ordinarily the brook was not
deep enough to drown anyone, but now
it was swollen by the fall OF rains, and
Johnnie was not very large or strong
for eleven years. She remembered
that he had been gone since supper, as
she ran to call her father from the SUI
ting-room.
Then those minutes of waiting! Each
one seemed an hour, as she sat with an
arm thrown around each OF the twins.
who were terrified into silence, whife
mamma tried to hush the suppressed
sobs of little Kittens. This was her
punishment, Han thought; she had
been very wicked, she deserved It al!
she could see it now. She drew the
children closer as she began to realize
how precious they all were, each one
of them worth more than all Minnie
Morris's nice things. And she had
thought that she had nothing to be
thankful for! Would God hear the
prayer of such wicked girl?
Then Aunt Lind came over from her
home across the way; kind. helpfuh
loving Aunt Lind; and as soon as she
knew the trouble, she hustled about
getting blankets and hot water; so that
every thing the best physician could
have suggested, had been prepared.
when papa brought in very limp, wet
armful and laid it on the sofa.
'.He has only fainted.'' said his
father. II found him holding on to
bush that hung over the water; and as
soon as / took him he tainted" 1t was
not very long before auntie and mann
ma had brought him back to conscious
ness and, with thankful hearts, had
tucked him up warm in bed.
AS Aunt Lind was starting for home
that light she found Han crouched down
by the kitchen stove, sobbing as though
heart would break my dear child,
said soothing voice, while a soft hand
stroked the child's brown hair: There
is nothing to cry for now. Johnnie will
be all right in the morning" ''O, it
amt that" answered Han, lists be-
cause I've been so naughty" And then
followed the whole story from the very
beginning. my poor child, I
know all about it. We are not any Of
us half thankful enough for the good
things we have, and sometimes the
kind Father has to show us. in some
way, how forgetful we are of Him and
His gifts. Never mind the past now;
as soon as you are sorry He forgets all
about it. We shall have a day full of
thanksgiving tomorrow, shall we notp"
Somehow every thing always came
right where Aunt Lind went, and our
little Han went to bed comforted.
wish / had time to tell of the bright
ness and happiness of the next day; of
how auntie in some mysterious way,
found time to put new sleeves into the
garnet dress, and how she found among
her treasures bit of pretty lace and a
garnet ribbon for the neck. The dress
looked really very pretty, but the
bright smiling face of the little girl
who wore it was SO pleasant to see,
that doubt if anybody knew what she
had on at the party. She had such a
nice time. and everybody was SO good
to her! It seemed as though no one
could be so happy as she. and as though
her joy could not possibly be increased.
But when she came home that night,
there was a letter from Uncle Ralph,
saying that he would provide clothing
and books for the little niece who was
his dead wife's namesake, SO, that she
might go back to her studies until she
graduated at the high school. Then,
indeed was her cup of joy full to over
flowing. 'Oh, auntie," she said, as
she babe her goodnight, II shall have
to keep Thanksgiving every day this
year. "-A1asaG E.. Miller.